Archon Basileus
First Post
ALEC
The bishop accepts the welcoming gesture with a defying smile on his face. He gazes directly towards the woman now, unyielding as always. Adhering to the tenants of the Church at a young age, Flavius never favored the path of war. Nevertheless, strength and pride never left his manners. Many would condemn him for this, preaching that the Unifier was the embodiment of humility. But Flavius knew better than to cower before his adversaries. That alone made him the perfect candidate for bishopric.
The woman smiles.
“Please, my lord. I’d never wish for you to be pushed into an inconvenient situation. But if our old tradition is willing to accept the presence of such novelty” – she returns Flavius’ look with a smirk – “why won’t this new… faith…. Exercise the same flexibility?” – her manners contend with the bishops’, even in silence.
“Still, it’s quite convenient that we three are reunited” – she continues – “since there is a pressing matter we must deal with. I would leave such topics to another day, given the festive nature of the occasion. But since I must return to my people soon enough, I’d rather place the matter to you and the bishop right away, my lord” – Flavius seems willing to intervene, but as the woman glances at him, he falls silent.
“Not far from the valley’s gates, a grove holds ancient stone circles, used by my people to offer sacrifices to the gods during celebrations, as you are well aware, my lord. Talking to your subjects allowed me to discover that some of them plan to build a chapel over that place – something about paying tribute to a saint, or something like that. The news are not yet widespread, as far as I believe, but they seem to be very much true.” – she pauses for a moment, pensive.
“Of course, you do realize such an act would be quite offensive to my people, as you put it…”
“You can’t possibly be suggesting to our lord that he intervenes in a matter of faith, can you, lady Runa?” – the bishop speaks in his direct, elaborate rhetorical ways.
“I am asking that you do something about it, my lord.” – she pleads, ignoring the bishop. “At least offer them an alternative, so no one loses in the end. I do not ask for confrontation, my lord, and I am sorry if my manners implied such a thing. I only ask that both our traditions build a middle ground, given our peculiar situation here.”
[language needs some correction, but I'll edit soon enough. The bulk of it is clear, I take?]
[MENTION=2820]Fenris[/MENTION] [MENTION=8058]Queenie[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855204]tglassy[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855130]Jago[/MENTION]
Alec held his hand up to the bishop, and looks to Runa.
The bishop accepts the welcoming gesture with a defying smile on his face. He gazes directly towards the woman now, unyielding as always. Adhering to the tenants of the Church at a young age, Flavius never favored the path of war. Nevertheless, strength and pride never left his manners. Many would condemn him for this, preaching that the Unifier was the embodiment of humility. But Flavius knew better than to cower before his adversaries. That alone made him the perfect candidate for bishopric.
"So tell me, as someone who understands the position such a question would put me in, why would you pose it at all?"
The woman smiles.
“Please, my lord. I’d never wish for you to be pushed into an inconvenient situation. But if our old tradition is willing to accept the presence of such novelty” – she returns Flavius’ look with a smirk – “why won’t this new… faith…. Exercise the same flexibility?” – her manners contend with the bishops’, even in silence.
“Still, it’s quite convenient that we three are reunited” – she continues – “since there is a pressing matter we must deal with. I would leave such topics to another day, given the festive nature of the occasion. But since I must return to my people soon enough, I’d rather place the matter to you and the bishop right away, my lord” – Flavius seems willing to intervene, but as the woman glances at him, he falls silent.
“Not far from the valley’s gates, a grove holds ancient stone circles, used by my people to offer sacrifices to the gods during celebrations, as you are well aware, my lord. Talking to your subjects allowed me to discover that some of them plan to build a chapel over that place – something about paying tribute to a saint, or something like that. The news are not yet widespread, as far as I believe, but they seem to be very much true.” – she pauses for a moment, pensive.
“Of course, you do realize such an act would be quite offensive to my people, as you put it…”
“You can’t possibly be suggesting to our lord that he intervenes in a matter of faith, can you, lady Runa?” – the bishop speaks in his direct, elaborate rhetorical ways.
“I am asking that you do something about it, my lord.” – she pleads, ignoring the bishop. “At least offer them an alternative, so no one loses in the end. I do not ask for confrontation, my lord, and I am sorry if my manners implied such a thing. I only ask that both our traditions build a middle ground, given our peculiar situation here.”
[language needs some correction, but I'll edit soon enough. The bulk of it is clear, I take?]
[MENTION=2820]Fenris[/MENTION] [MENTION=8058]Queenie[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855204]tglassy[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855130]Jago[/MENTION]